A/N: Okay this was an interesting chapter to write. Translations are at the end as usual. Another big thank you goes to rosecoloredskys for her review. I'm so glad that you're still enjoying this. Sorry my updates aren't as frequent as they have been. Life right now is getting in the way of my writing time :( But I promise to keep up with this story.
Rocco was the first to wake up that morning. He went to the kitchen to splash water in his face. The sound of the running water woke Connor and Shayla. They both got up as Rocco walked back into the room. Shayla was rubbing the sleep from her eyes as Connor and Rocco grabbed their coats. Connor grabbed hers as well handing it to her. She shook her head and looked up at him. Connor understood why she didn't want to go outside. He kissed her forehead and walked out with Rocco. The door slammed shut and they were gone. Murphy and Patricia woke up as Shayla went into the kitchen. "Mornin Shay." Patricia walked over and gave her sister a hug. Murphy grunted as he looked around. "Where's me brother an Roc?" Shayla looked up at him. "Mornin ta ye too Murph. They went outside." Murphy realized he was being an ass and gave Shayla a kiss on the cheek and Patricia a quick kiss on the lips as he grabbed his coat and went to join his brother.
The girls were left in the apartment by themselves. They started cleaning up the table cause the mess was just annoying them. They had finished before the guys even came back. They sat down smoking cigarettes. "I think we should do the hit tanight." Patricia looked at her sister. Shayla nodded her agreement. "When tha guys come back we'll head 'ome and get ready." Shayla nodded again. A few minutes later the guys came back pissed off and worried. Shayla was the first to speak, sounding more sincere than curious. "How did it go with Rocco?" The guys wouldn't answer. They just sat their asses down at the table and looked very pissed. The girls looked at each other deciding they didn't need to deal with this. Patricia was getting annoyed. "Well whatever. We're doin our hit tanight and we need ta get outta 'ere and get ready." Shayla walked over to Connor and gave him a quick kiss then went and grabbed her coat. Patricia didn't even bother giving a kiss to Murphy. She just grabbed her coat and walked out the door. "See ye later guys. Call us when ye decide ta stop bein assholes." Shayla walked out of the apartment slamming the door behind her. She quickly caught up with her sister and they headed home.
The girls have been home, showered and dressed for a few hours. They were sitting at the table checking their guns and making sure everything was ready. They still had some time before they left. They couldn't let themselves be bothered by the guy's attitudes. They needed to keep their minds on their job. They were deep in thought as they rechecked everything when there was a knock on the door. Both sisters snapped their heads up. Shayla got up and walked to the door opening it slightly. It was Connor, Murphy and Rocco. She moved to the side opening the door more so they can pass. They all had their bags in their hands. Patricia came out from the kitchen to see who was there. "What are ye guys doin 'ere?" Murphy sat down on the couch and turned on the T.V. looking for the news. The news reporter was in front of a deli talking about the deaths of three lowlife mobsters. Connor spoke up first. "That was Rocco's doin." They girls looked at Rocco astonished. Shayla was staring at Rocco. "Yer insane dude." She walked away and went back into the kitchen to finish with the guns. Connor followed her. "Shay I'm sorry fer earlier. Ye were right we were bein assholes. Can ye fergive me?" Shayla got up from the table walking over to Connor. "Aye mon amoure I can. It's just Pat an I have this huge hit tanight and we can't let anything take our focus away." Connor grabbed Shayla into a tight embrace. "I understand. By the way ye look great in black." Shayla looked up at him and smiled. Connor leaned down and kissed her gently. As Connor and Shayla were making up in the kitchen Murphy followed Patricia into the bedroom. "Pat I'm sorry fer earlier." Patricia turned to Murphy. "It's alright Murph. We're all under a lot of pressure right now." Murphy grabbed Patricia and gave her a kiss she would never forget. They left the bedroom to join everyone else.
The girls had everything ready. They were sitting at the table with Rocco and the brothers. "Ye guys can stay 'ere if ye want. Ye got Pat's keys and yer more than welcome." Connor turned to Shayla. "Thanks Shay. We need a place ta stay right now." Murphy turned to the girls. "Really, thanks girls. On a different topic, yer not tha only ones that got a job tanight." Rocco finally spoke up. "We're going after Vincenzo Lipazzi. We're gonna get him at his favorite spot." The girls were looking between the guys curiously. "At a strip club." Rocco finished. Shayla and Patricia chuckled at the thought. "Good luck guys and be careful. On that note I think we should be gettin outta 'ere. Come on Pat." Shayla stood grabbing her bag as she spoke. "We'll meet ya guys back 'ere afterward." Shayla kissed Connor and headed for the door. Patricia followed suite, kissing Murphy and left.
The girls had parked their car a few blocks away from the building. They walked to the building and waited. They were waiting for all of them to show up. So far only five were there. After about an hour the other four showed up. They were ready. They followed their plan by going into an open back door. The building was abandoned. They quickly made their way to an adjoining room to the one their targets were in. They could see clearly into the next room without being spotted. There were crates all around the large room and a table with several chairs in the middle. They snuck around the crates entering the room undetected. They stayed crouched for a moment as Shayla counted to three on her fingers. On three they both sprang up and started shooting. They were able to knock out six of them before anyone even realized what was going on. Shayla shot at one of the targets right as he shot at her. Her shot connected with his head as his connected with her arm. "Oh shit! That fuckin hurts." She dropped down behind a crate for protection. There was only one left. Shayla ripped the bottom of her shirt to wrap it around her wound. "Shay ye alright." "Aye Pat. I'm okay." Their main target was the only one left. Dominic Aiello, hit man for the mob. He was wounded. One of Patricia's bullets connected with his leg. Neither girl realized he had a knife in his hand as they walk up to him. They get close enough and Dominic lashed out with the knife connecting with Patricia's right thigh. She was cut pretty deeply and bleeding. Shayla kicked the knife from his hand. "Pat ye okay?" Patricia nodded as she ripped her shirt to wrap around her leg. Shayla had her gun pointed directly at Dominic's head. "On your knees!" Shayla demanded. Both girls got behind him pointing their guns at his head and began to recite their prayer.
Angels of the saints we be,
Sent by the Lord to do for Thee.
Given Thy power forth from Thy hand,
That we may abide by Thy command.
Sentencing evil souls that never rest,
So they may see the Gates of Judgment at last.
In Nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.
Two shots rang out and Dominic's body hit the ground. The girls did the sign of the cross and left one of their cards on him. They wanted everyone to know the Avenging Angels were alive and well. They made sure to spray any blood that could have been theirs with ammonia and left.
They reached their apartment quickly and the guys were there already. Shayla was holding her arm and Patricia was limping. Connor and Murphy jumped from the couch at the sight of the girls and rushed over to them. "What tha fuck happened?!" Worry evident in Murphy's voice as he helped Patricia into the kitchen. "Don't worry Murph it's not as bad as ye think. Shay's in worse shape than me." Connor was helping Shayla to the kitchen. "Do ye want ta tell me what happened?" Shayla looked up at him. "After I take care of me wound." Connor nodded. "Is there anything we can do to help?" Rocco joined them in the kitchen wanting to help. "Aye Roc. In tha bathroom there's a first aid kit." Rocco nodded at Patricia and took off for the bathroom. Patricia turned to Murphy pointing to a cabinet near the sink. "There's an iron under there. Put it on one of the burners with a high flame." Murphy did as he was told. "What are ye gonna do with that?" Murphy had to ask the question that was going through his and Connor's minds. Shayla spoke solemnly. "It's fer me…" She removed the makeshift bandage on her arm exposing the bullet wound. "Patricia's gonna cauterize tha wound. It's tha only way ta stop it from bleeding and so I don't have ta go ta tha hospital." "Okay Shay sit on tha table." Patricia was standing near the stove as Shayla went over and hopped up on the table. "Tha bullets still in there. I'm gonna have ta get it out." Shayla nodded and looked away. Patricia dug through the first aid kit. She pulled out tweezers and poured antiseptic on them. Shayla scrunched her face biting back a scream as Patricia dug in the wound to get the bullet out. Patricia pulled it out and dropped it on the table. "Alright Shay part one is done. Now on ta part two. Connor I need ye ta hold her and give her this ta bite down on." She handed Connor a torn tea rag. Connor gently held the rag to her mouth as he got behind her and placed one arm around her waist and the other held her wounded arm still. "Ye ready sis?" Shayla nodded. Patricia held the iron to her sister's arm. Shayla let out a long muffled scream as the iron connected with her arm. Tears were rolling down her face by the time her sister finished. Patricia pulled the iron away and put it down quickly moving close to Shayla putting her face close to hers. Their foreheads were touching as Patricia spoke to her sister in the one language they knew and the brothers didn't. "É irmã excedente. Seu alright agora. Eu sou assim que pesaroso eu tive que fazer aquele. Fere-me sempre que apenas tanto quanto o fere." Shayla looked her sister in the eyes. "Não há nenhuma necessidade se desculpar. Você fêz o que você teve que fazer para me ajudar. Obrigado." Patricia kissed her sister on the forehead and sat back down.
Shayla let Connor wrap her arm. "Pat let me see yer leg." Patricia took off the bandage she had on it. "It stopped bleeding at least." Shayla looked closer. "Ye need stitches." "I knew ye were gonna say that." Connor had finished wrapping Shayla's arm. "Thank you Connor." She leaned up giving him a kiss. "Patricia sit on tha table. Let me get yer leg stitched up." Shayla began digging in the first aid kit like her sister had before. She pulled out everything she needed and started stitching Patricia's leg. Murphy was next to Patricia rubbing her back trying to sooth her. Shayla finished as quickly as she could. When she was done she got up and gave her sister a kiss on the forehead. Murphy wrapped Patricia's leg.
They all went and sat in the living room. "Now do ye girls want ta tell us what happened?" Shayla started speaking first. "Everything went as planned at first. We went in and had the whole element of surprise on our side. We didn't figure one would get a shot off before he died. And we didn't figure our main target had a knife on him." Patricia felt she needed to say something. "It comes with what we do. This isn't tha first time either of us has been shot or stabbed. Ye can only prepare fer so much. Something is bound ta happen eventually." Shayla nodded her agreement. "Its tha stuff ye can't prepare for that you have ta pay close attention to." The guys were starting to understand where the girls were coming form. "So how did yer hit go?" Patricia looked between the guys. Connor spoke first trying not to disturb Shayla leaning on him. "It went better than expected. We got Vincenzo and two others we wanted ta get earlier." Patricia nodded. Rocco continued where Connor left off. "We went for coffee afterwards and now tomorrow we have another hit. A real bad guy. He's a cleaner for the mob." For some reason Patricia didn't like the idea of the guys going tomorrow. She couldn't quite explain it. "Don't ye think ye should take a day?" Murphy chimed in now. "The guys that are gonna be there are only tagether on Thursday's fer a poker game." Shayla finally voiced her opinion. She had the same feeling as her sister. "I agree with Pat guys. I don't think ye should go tamorrow." Connor gave her a reassuring smile. "We'll be alright M'aingeal." Both Shayla and Patricia knew they weren't going to win so they dropped the subject.
They were still sitting there in the living room watching a western on T.V. when the girls started falling asleep curled up next to the guys. It was getting very late by the time the movie was over. Rocco looked over at the two couples curled up together on the couch. Shayla and Patricia looked like they were sound asleep. "Hey guys I think you should get the girls to bed. They look like their out already." Both Shayla and Patricia responded at the same time. "I'm not sleeping." They opened their eyes and looked at each other and laughed. Connor pushed loose hair out of Shayla's face before he spoke. "I think Roc's right. We should get ta bed. All 'o us." Murphy nodded. They got up from the couch and said goodnight to Rocco and headed for the bedroom. Connor and Shayla curled up on her bed and Shayla was out like a light. The same happened with Murphy and Patricia. It took the brothers a little more time to fall asleep. They couldn't get the fact that the girls didn't want them to do a hit tomorrow off their minds. They both fell asleep thinking of what the girls could have meant.
Translations:
É irmã excedente. Seu alright agora. Eu sou assim que pesaroso eu tive que fazer aquele. Fere-me sempre que apenas tanto quanto o fere. (Portuguese)
(It's over sister. Your alright now. I'm so sorry I had to do that. It always hurts me just as much as it hurts you.)
não há nenhuma necessidade se desculpar. Você fêz o que você teve que fazer para me ajudar. Obrigado. (Portuguese)
(There is no need to apologize. You did what you had to do to help me. Thank you.)